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195/365 Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2.

Don't read this entry if you don't care about me or my life...I wrote a lot more than I thought I would.

We look tired and stupid in this picture.
I took this at 11:43. What I like most about it is that it does not at all indicate what began to happen about two minutes after taking it.
The little 'did-you-know?' movie theatre facts began on the screen, and I flew up out of my seat to go pee before the movie started, shoving my last Junior Mint in my mouth as Juls ran out behind me. We became completely panicked that the movie was about to start so we peed really quickly and nearly knocked a few people over rushing back into the theatre. It was only 11:45.
We sat down, and I proceeded to act like a four year old, bouncing up and down in my seat, proclaiming 'X-amount of minutes!' as each minute went by on my phone. When we got to about 11:55 I really started freaking out. I just kept saying 'oh my god, I'm so excited'. I think I was already on the brink of tears at this point.
The previews came on, nothing that excited me too greatly, but then the sign came on that said to 'Put Your REAL-D 3D Glasses On Now!' and the lights went down. I cannot convey in words my excitement or nervousness.
I don't want to say anything about the movie itself. I cried. A lot. That was to be expected.
After it was over, all I could think was, 'well, it's really not over'. I can pick up the books anytime I want. I own (/will own) every movie. It's really not over.

So (I'm writing this post in retrospect, at night on the 15th, by the way) this morning when I woke up I felt horribly sad. I had had dreams that involved characters and scenes from the movie. I felt so, so sad. I suddenly DID feel like it was over. In the days approaching the movie a lot of my friends had been saying how depressed they felt about it, and I hadn't felt that way. I didn't even feel that way when the credits rolled. But this morning I felt it.
I think it's because, in a way, of course, it is over. It wasn't over when the seventh book came out because there were still movies to look forward to. Sure, there's Pottermore to look forward to now, but Pottermore won't be another adventure, another story.
I think the best way to look at it is that it's concluded, not over. It won't be over until I stopping loving the stories, the characters, the world J.K. Rowling created. I think I still have many adventures with Harry to look forward to. It may be re-reading a book and finding something new that I hadn't noted before, or reading the books to another person to whom the stories are new and unheard of.

The story of Harry Potter has been concluded, but concluded doesn't mean ended, and it certainly doesn't mean goodbye.


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